Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1061 Heavenly Tribulation, Making Acquaintances, Leaving Qingyun Town (2)

In the face of this power, Zhao Chen found it difficult to look directly and instinctively lowered his head.

“Fellow Daoist Han, I am Zhao Chen from Jujin Trading Company.
Meeting in the wilderness is a matter of fate,” Zhao Chen coughed lightly and spoke while cupping his hands.

Having been in the business world for a long time and having met countless people, Zhao Chen was somewhat anxious facing Han Muye at this moment.

However, he had just heard Du Sanzhen’s introduction and knew that Han Muye had not yet passed the trial of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect and was not an official disciple.

This was indeed an excellent investment opportunity.

“My Jujin Trading Company has some industries in Qingyun Town.
This time, I came here to take stock of the industries and pay a visit to Senior Brother Wang Jintai,” Zhao Chen said.

His gaze fell on the Wuyue Sword at Han Muye’s waist.

Sure enough, Han Muye’s expression eased slightly when Wang Jintai was mentioned.

“Since you are acquainted with Senior Brother, let’s go to Qingyun Town together.”

As Han Muye spoke, a sword light appeared around him, preparing to fly on his sword.

Zhao Chen quickly raised his hand, and a 100-foot-long flying ship appeared.

The style of this flying ship was slightly different from the ones in the mundane cultivation world.
Its appearance was more similar to a pleasure boat on the Yongding River.

The spatial stability in the Immortal World limited both flying on swords and using tools, reducing their speed significantly.

As a result, the flying ship no longer pursued speed but instead had more emphasis on carrying capacity and enjoyment.

“Senior Brother Han, since you have just crossed the Heavenly Tribulation, perhaps you need to meditate and recuperate,” Zhao Chen said, but he himself was slightly stunned after finishing his words.

This guy in front of him was full of vitality and energy.
Did he look like he needed to rest?

Fortunately, Han Muye did not refuse.
He nodded and flew down onto the deck.

Du Sanzhen and the others also benefited from it.
They organized the slain monsters from these days and followed them onto the ship.

The flying ship moved forward, slower than when they came to Yunqi Swamp, but it was stable.
A thin light shield enveloped the entire hull, blocking the strong winds generated during the flight.

“Senior Brother Han, taste the Yunsheng fruit I brought from Quyun City,” Zhao Chen smiled and invited Han Muye to sit in front of the window in the cabin.
He then presented several jade-colored fruits.

Inside the quiet room, besides two maids dressed in pink dresses, there was only the white-bearded old man sitting not far away, his aura restrained.

Obviously, he was the personal guard of the young master of Jujin Trading Company.

Han Muye didn’t care about these things.
He took a bite of the fruit and gazed at the clouds outside the flying ship.

There were more clouds in the Immortal World than in the mundane world.

Because the power of immortal qi was stronger, it stirred up even more powerful forces.

The power accumulated in his body at this moment, compared to cultivators of the same level in spiritual cultivation, was countless times stronger.

No wonder those powerful cultivators wanted to ascend to the Immortal World.

In the mundane cultivation world, it was already impossible for a powerful cultivator to make any further progress.
But when he obtained a trace of immortal qi and discovered that its power was a hundred times stronger than spiritual cultivation, who could remain calm?

No matter how many means and competitions there were, it was not excessive.

“Cough, Senior Brother Han, my friend Du Sanzhen told me that you are new to Qingyun Town and have not yet obtained the formal disciple status of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect?”

Watching Han Muye treat the valuable Yunsheng fruit, which he himself couldn’t bear to eat, as ordinary fruit, Zhao Chen’s mouth twitched, and he spoke softly.

Han Muye turned his head, looked at Zhao Chen, and slowly finished the remaining half of the fruit.

The atmosphere in the cabin became somewhat heavy.

“I have dealt with many people from commercial houses and also hold power in a certain force in the mundane cultivation world.”

Han Muye spoke indifferently, his gaze fixed on Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen looked up and saw the depth in Han Muye’s eyes, causing an inexplicable tremor in his heart.

This guy seemed to be able to see through people’s hearts.

“Senior Brother Han, although I am in a trading company, I am not—”

Zhao Chen felt the need to explain.

Han Muye waved his hand.
“I have no prejudice against the path of merchants.”

These words, to Zhao Chen’s ears, unexpectedly touched him deep inside.

Various powers in the immortal realm were not enthusiastic about commercial affairs because they had an abundance of resources and lacked nothing in the hands of major forces.

Only small forces would gather wealth and resources through commerce.

They also wanted to devote themselves to cultivation wholeheartedly, but they could only travel all the time without rest.

If reality were not like this, who wouldn’t want to be a carefree immortal cultivator?

“Brother, I don’t intend to invite you to join the trading company.
I just—” Han Muye said he had no prejudice against the path of merchants, but Zhao Chen was afraid he would misunderstand.

For Zhao Chen, given Han Muye’s cultivation and status as an elite disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, it would have a greater impact than joining the trading company.

He wanted to invest and make connections with the disciples of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, not to recruit a powerful escort.

However, before he could finish his sentence, Han Muye nodded.
“Merchants are good at leveraging power, and naturally, I will join the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.”

Speaking with an intelligent person, it was true that a few words could convey everything.

Zhao Chen even felt that even if he didn’t say anything, this person in front of him would understand everything.

“I also need some resources now.” Han Muye looked at Zhao Chen with a calm expression on his face.

It was the first time they met, yet he was so straightforward about seeking benefits.
Zhao Chen had truly never seen such a thing before.

But Han Muye’s words made a smile appear on his face.

“Brother, you can rest assured…”

…

The journey that originally took half an hour to fly on a sword took most of the day on the floating ship.

By the time Han Muye and Zhao Chen walked out of the cabin, they were already like sworn brothers, appearing as if they had been separated for many years.

Looking at the undulating mountains and the scattered buildings of Qingyun Town in front of them, Zhao Chen spoke sincerely, “Brother Han, rest assured, during this trip to Yunlu City, you just focus on cultivation, and my trading house will take care of everything else.”

“As soon as you become a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, we will work with all our efforts to secure the maximum benefits for you.”

Zhao Chen had encountered for the first time a cultivator in the Heavenly Realm who had a deeper understanding of the commercial path, broader knowledge, and above all, an incredibly profound cultivation.

The extensive knowledge displayed by Han Muye made him feel a sense of embarrassment and unease when facing such a powerful cultivator.

 

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Although there were also Heaven Realm cultivators in the Jujin Trading House, in Zhao Chen’s eyes, their cultivation strength might be good, but their social skills and conduct were extremely lacking.
Privately, both he and the other elite members of the Jujin Trading House looked down upon these powerful cultivators.

However, the trading house needed these cultivators to stay and had to spend a huge amount of resources to support them.

“Very well, I’ll leave them to you then.” Han Muye nodded and looked at Du Sanzhen and the others who were standing respectfully on the deck.

Zhao Chen smiled and looked over, nodding.
“Brother, rest assured, I will make proper arrangements.”

Han Muye did not land in Qingyun Town with the flying ship.
He flew directly away and returned to his own residence.

The flying ship landed in the central square of Qingyun Town, and Wang Jintai personally came to greet them.

Zhao Chen brought various supplies that were lacking in Qingyun Town and would also take away the products from here.

In the world of low-level cultivators, the exchange and circulation of such goods were inevitable.

As the young master of the Jujin Trading House, Zhao Chen was quite influential in the circle of low-level cultivators.

Arrangements were made for the exchange and procurement of goods, and at Wang Jintai’s invitation, Zhao Chen attended a banquet.

Han Muye was also invited.

During the banquet, the topic naturally turned to the Black Gold Mine and Han Muye’s trial in Yunlu City.

“Senior Brothers, rest assured, the Black Gold Mine that is extracted will be handed over to me, and I guarantee that the price will be higher than the market value.
Consider this trip as a favor from me, Zhao Chen, to the two brothers.”

Zhao Chen patted his chest and spoke loudly.

These words brought a smile to Wang Jintai’s face, and he quickly said, “Young Master Zhao, how can I have the authority to assign tasks to you?”

“The price will be whatever it should be.”

It was impossible for the trading house to make no profit, but since Zhao Chen had spoken, Wang Jintai wouldn’t let himself be at a disadvantage.

This was actually a good thing.

After finalizing the Black Gold Mine, when it came to Han Muye’s trial, Zhao Chen mentioned that their trading caravan would set off and head to Yunlu City.

After discussing with Wang Jintai, Han Muye decided to accompany them as well.

After all, it was better to conduct the trial earlier and be more secure.

“Junior Brother Han, as someone who has been through it, I can tell that you are definitely not an ordinary person.” After Zhao Chen left, Wang Jintai stood up, looked at Han Muye, and spoke softly.

Han Muye cupped his hands, and Wang Jintai showed a trace of emotion on his face as he whispered, “When you go to Yunlu City, I will write a letter to recommend you.”

“You should also make your own efforts.
Take some of the profits from the Black Gold Mine.
If you can exchange it for a position of guarding a town, perhaps we brothers can reunite in the grand hall of the sect in 300 to 500 years.”